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An officer in the US military team hurriedly rushed to the communicator and directed the plane to attack.

"This is the outpost, attack the red smoke area, repeat, attack the red smoke area!"

"Understood!"

As soon as the call ended, several American soldiers stepped forward and threw several smoke bombs.

Red smoke covered the vicinity of the opening, but under the cover of tanks, quite a few terrorists had already entered the outpost!

"Boom" "Boom"......

Air-to-ground missiles rained down from the sky to cover the gap, countless terrorists flew high in the flames, and tanks that had been flaunting their might exploded with a loud bang.

With heavy casualties, most of the terrorists began to rout, and only a few who broke into the outpost resisted stubbornly, and finally all of them were compressed near the front door.

One of the remaining terrorists was supposed to be in command and repelled several of our attacks.

"Damn, they captured our guys!" An outpost soldier said resentfully.

I saw that the terrorists lined up four or five captured prisoners, and became adult shields to block our attack.

Instead of moving forward, we were killed and wounded by terrorists.

The initial blood warrior began to retreat, anyway, it was about to win, there was no need to fight to the death, and the remaining people in the outpost had tacitly slowed down the pace of the attack.

"Hey, look!" Tu Xingpu suddenly handed me the binoculars he had picked up, pointing to a captive who had been held hostage by terrorists.

I took the binoculars, and the first thing I saw was the necklace around the neck of this captive, the target of our journey of thousands of miles!

"Bang!"

The gate, which had been closed, was suddenly knocked open, several cars stopped at the door, and the terrorists who were blocked at the gate immediately boarded the cars and fled with their captives.

Tu Xingpu and I rushed out with our weapons, and we must not let them take Gopu away!

In addition to us, the American GIs also followed, and they were in the front position, but they bit the retreating terrorists before us.

"Ahh

The two terrorists who had been left behind howled and met them, and before the American soldiers in front of them could shoot them dead, the two terrorists ignited the explosives that were tied to their bodies!

"Boom" "Boom"

The shock wave of the explosion swept us away, and the nearest few American soldiers spat blood and couldn't see it alive.

I got up from the ground and could see the convoy of terrorists fleeing.

"Phew!"

A Humvee braked sharply next to me, and sitting in the cab was the U.S. military officer who commanded the airstrike.

"Get in the car!"

The officer waved at us and opened the door in the back seat.

Regardless of whether he has a conspiracy or not, let's catch up with him first. I secretly gave Tu Xingpu a defensive gesture, and then climbed into the Humvee.

"My name is Mike, and I'm part of the Delta Forces of the United States. Our intelligence agents are among the captured prisoners, and while we don't know what your goal is, I believe we have a basis for cooperation. "Maybe it's seeing our doubts," Mike explained.

It's good that he didn't explain, but when he explained, my guard deepened, I had never seen such an empathetic American soldier!

I didn't show it on my face, and I introduced myself with a smile.

I kept looking at his wrists and exposed body, and I suspected that they were golden-eyed or blood-eyed, and they were the ones who had been following us in France!

………………

The group of terrorists crossed the border and fled into Iraq. When Mike chased to the border, he stopped the car and reported to his superiors, regretting that he had to stop the chase for the time being because he did not have a mandate to operate.

"Our intelligence agents in Iraq will keep a close eye on this terrorist force, why don't you come back to the outpost with me and act again when news comes in?" Mike was very enthusiastic in extending the invitation.

I discussed it with Tu Xingpu, and it was undoubtedly a needle in a haystack for the two of us to go to find it, so I could only accept his invitation.

It's already evening back at the outpost, and the most popular in the outpost is not the canteen that serves only pilaf and naan, but the only public bath.

I went to the bathroom with Mike and the others, where they couldn't hide the bloody eye tattoos on their bodies or the watches on their wrists.

However, strangely, I didn't find any of them, could it really be that I was thinking too much?

For the next few days, I waited anxiously for news as I continued to watch Mike and his men.

Through wrist wrestling and daily fitness, I'm sure none of them have received spatial body enhancement, and it seems that I was wrong.

A week later, Mike finally got the intelligence and operational authorization from his superiors!

According to an informant embedded inside the terrorists by U.S. intelligence agencies, the captives will be taken to a beach in Iraq at noon tomorrow to be beheaded and a video uploaded to the Internet.

Tonight, there will be a helicopter to pick up Mike and them, and Tu Xingpu and I will also go with them to that beach to lurk.

Mike gave us two sets of their gear and communicators, and shortly after changing them, the helicopter arrived.

This time, Tu Xingpu did not get motion sickness, but pestered the pilot with great interest to ask questions, and in the noise, I forgot the doubts that suddenly appeared in my heart.

Just after four o'clock in the morning, the helicopter arrived at the designated position. After getting off the plane, the American soldiers quickly dispersed and headed to the pre-planned sniper point.

This operation was mainly a sniper business, and Tu Xingpu and I were arranged to watch a play on a reef on the coast.

It was cold and windy at the beach in the early hours of the morning, and I cowered behind the rocks and chewed on compressed biscuits.

Time passed slowly, and a little red light appeared at the junction of the sea and the sky, and then half of the sky was dyed red, and a round of red sun slowly revealed its face from the black sea.

The task given by the horn made me physically and mentally exhausted, and seeing such a magnificent sunrise, my heart seemed to be baptized and slowly became calm.

"Sentry report that six enemy assault boats have been spotted!"

"Be vigilant and be careful not to alarm your target!"

I was awakened by the conversation in the headset, and I poked my head out carefully, and sure enough, I saw several small boats undulating in the waves, speeding close to the beach!

Ten minutes later, the boat washed up on the beach, and more than two dozen terrorists disembarked with masked captives.

"Don't be impulsive, wait for the hostage to be confirmed!" Mike's calm command came from the headset.

The hostages knelt in a row with their backs to the sea, and one of the terrorists took out the camera and set it up, then removed the hostage's hood.

I took a look, and the third one from the right is our target - Gop!

"Hostage identification, ready for action!"

"Hula!"

There was a bolt pull in my headset, and I held my breath and continued to look at the beach.

"Three"

"Two"

"One"

"Fire!"

As soon as I heard the fire, my heart suddenly tightened, like being targeted by a poisonous snake!

Dangerous! (To be continued.) )